The naked part, the one who chose to play hard; go all in. She is the one who lost the bra off my back and bouncing front. Now its total nakedness. The fool. Poor naked poet. A Chaucer.  Still a player, she may yet bet the outfit. Still, she is adding scope to the truth. counterfeiting outdated currency. Falsifying current legitimacy requirements. Bridging the unknown till finding yourself  on the inside witnessing, unfolding into story. Recreating the parts of legend.  The birth of heroes, super and un. She invites you to adventure in this non-existent world.

Then, be surprised when existence happens, legend is alive, myth is you. You live in a new world.

Or, look down on your naked.

Mercury invites. I am mercury.